Gaspar Becerra

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Gaspar Becerra

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By his evening fire the artist          Pondered o'er his secret shame; Baffled, weary, and disheartened,          Still he mused, and dreamed of fame. 'T was an image of the Virgin          That had tasked his utmost skill; But, alas! his fair ideal          Vanished and escaped him still. From a distant Eastern island          Had the precious wood been brought Day and night the anxious master          At his toil untiring wrought; Till, discouraged and desponding,          Sat he now in shadows deep, And the day's humiliation          Found oblivion in sleep. Then a voice cried, "Rise, O master!          From the burning brand of oak Shape the thought that stirs within thee!"          And the startled artist woke,— Woke, and from the smoking embers          Seized and quenched the glowing wood; And therefrom he carved an image,          And he saw that it was good. O thou sculptor, painter, poet!          Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest;          Shape from that thy work of art.

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  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow